Grow up and Be Kids

{ Chapter Two: Six Feet Under }

I wake up and rub the back of my neck. must've fallen asleep, I reach into my pocket to grab my phone up, but it isn't there. I open my eyes and I'm in a bed that has like a foot of space to move around, I step out to get down and I fall, "what the he--"  I start under my breath, then I look around. I'm on a bus, I hear light laughing behind me. 

"Aye there, Louis an' Zayn said yuh fell asleep in th' store," a blonde boy with an accent says and helps me up. "Lou's taken a'  fancy to yuh, yuh must be some charmer," I look curios at him for a second, I'm not quite sure what he means by fancy, I don't feel like asking though. 

"Where am I?" I ask, ignoring what he just said. "Yuh'r on our tour bus, I'm Niall by th' way. Come 'ere," he says and walks out of the area with the bunks that are through it. I stay quiet and look around, it's pretty nice in here. "Lou! Zayn! Yuh'r friend just woke up," he shouts as we walk into a living room area. "I thought I heard something hit the ground," Louis laughs with a cheeky smile, "Yeah, my sanity got knocked from my head," I cross my arms, "Where's my--" "Here you are," Zayn cuts me off and hands me my penny board, phone, and iPod. 

 God, second time one of these boys have cut me off, but I'm glad to have my stuff back, so oh well. 

I check the time on my iPod, 2:00pm, how long was I asleep? I'm suppose to meet Ryan and Finn at the skate park in an hour and I have a skinned knee, along with lovely bedhead. 

I look up at Louis who was talking to me without me realizing. "So, it's a yes?" What do I say? 

He's probably just asking if I'm okay or something, "Yeah," I say quickly. "I'm really sorry, but I've got to go," "Alright! we'll talk to you later!" Louis calls. I have no clue what I just agreed to. Hopefully nothing that I can't avoid. 

I run home and climb in through the window, I really don't want to face my mess of a mother right now. I put on some black jeans to cover up my nasty knee and pull on a white t-shirt, along with a couple bracelets. I then sit down on my bed and look at my phone, 2:40 , might as well get going. I hop back out my window and leave all of my stuff on the bed. 

"Hey Nixxie!" My best friend Finn calls out to me, I laugh at my horrid nickname and go over to her. "Hey Finnick," I say, smilling smugly at my remark. "I hate you," she whines, "well I lurrrrrrrv you," I shout annoyingly and sit down on the side walk as Ryan gets here and stares at both of us. "Idiots," he facepalms, trying to make himself sound in distress. "Shut up Ry, No one cares about your opion," She sticks her tongue at him and sits on his feet. He lies down and puts out a lighter and ciggarete pack on the grass. "Hey, thanks Ry," I smile evilly and take one and light it, putting it in my mouth. "Eh, I've got more," he sticks his tongue at me and picks one up and rolls it around his fingers. "Alright, alright," I laugh and let out a puff of the smoke. "So, how's your Mom doing?" Finn asks,"She's my mom, you know how she is," I say and let out another puff then hold the ciggarete between my teeth. "Okay Nix," she looks at me, "Have you heard from Felix?" I smile lightly at her question, even though he and I don't talk much, I do love when he does because I know he really does care. That's why he could never know what I'm doing right now. 

"Yeah, he texted me this morning." I let out another puff and stand up, "Is he coming home anytime soon?" Ryan asks. "Not sure," I reply simply, and walk over to the brick wall. 

The wall is completly covered with names of people, I look at the bottom corner where Felix and I spray painted our names, he's an amazing artist. I'm horrible at most things, I guess Felix got all of the good parts of dad.  We spray painted our names there when he was fifteen and I was thirteen, those years weren't all that bad with Felix there. 

"Hey, I think I'm going to go home and clean up, don't want the house to be a wreck," I say to Ryan and Finn and run of towards the house.